"Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good? Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?" (Lamentations 3: 38-39)
(Senester): Bryan Deas…I have but two words for you. “Enjoy it!” Enjoy this next week. The notoriety, the interviews, the autographs, the photo shoots. Enjoy the absolute euphoria of an eight-year journey coming to its end in fruition. Enjoy your heightened senses. Your food will taste that much sweeter, that much more savory. Your drink will quench your palate like never before. Sounds you never heard before will buzz and hum in your ears. The air you breathe will smell as crisp and clean as if it blew from some far away meadow. Enjoy your eyes viewing the world with a renewed wonder, colors on a new spectrum of life you’ve never known will pop at you. Enjoy the things you touch, smoother, rougher, wetter, colder, hotter than you’ve ever experience. Enjoy this week Bryan Deas. Enjoy you revolting reign as World Heavyweight Champion. At Havoc, I will evoke my rematch clause and take back what was stolen from me in that paltry, crude, and shallow victory of yours.
Butch Parker, I’ve watched you these past two weeks. I’ve watched the white of your knuckles bare fangs amidst criticism, against situations of what you might call justice, and against simple frustration with the limitation of your role. Alas, the week is upon us. The last few interviews, the last round of commentary, the last backstage report and you return home to your family, and with two new additions. The children have been well provided for, this first year of their life…I assure you they are in perfect health. In your absence, I have been more than their father, but over the last few months when my attorneys discovered your petition for custody making its way into the court system I knew that the time had come for them to leave me. Our business is at its end Mr. Parker, at Havoc the wrestling world may can goodbye you one last time, as you ride into the sunset.
And while Butch Parker rides into his sunset, you Buff Bridges and you Michael Dredge walk against your twilight. You walk against every indication that your time as well has come to an end. Since you’ve laced the boots back up Buff you are an easy target for me. You on the other hand Dredge, I will extract my wrath upon outside the ring. Life has balances Michael Dredge, it is something your mortal mind never learned. The Lord giveth, and he taketh away. Just as I give Butch Parker two children, what would you say to your one and only being taken away? It’s different on the other side of heaven isn’t gentlemen? That taste lingers in your throat like a terminal plague and yet you pound at my gates continuously searching for a cure. I’ll give you nothing but what you deserve to have I assure you. Your interference cost me the World Title, I will correct that situation myself. However, you’ve forced my hand. Your foolish unification against me has brought about a resurrection. My search begins, and a new Dark Messenger will rise. You Dredge of all people know what this means, for the robe…the holy garment once belonged to you. If you’re sitting back thinking there is something you can do, there isn’t. If you don’t yet feel afraid…you should. If you think it’s too late to turn back, you’re right. If you think there is anyone who can stop me, you are wrong.
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